#t'challa x m'baku

[livstarlight]

and for the life of me I still don't get how HOW it didn’t even get nominated I am not saying it should have won (yes it should have duh) but at least a nomination-

#I will never not be pressed about this #this freaking masterpiece deserved better #ludwig göransson deserved better #black panther #wakanda forever #shuri #namor #t'challa #queen ramonda #okoye #riri williams #ironheart #m'baku #nakia #aneka #ayo #attuma #namora #namor x shuri #namuri #nashuri #seaprincess #mcu #black panther meme

[tchallasbabymama]

Ménage à Trois Part Deux: Chapter One

Hey there! Mholo! Sawubona! What’s been up??? I know y’all missed me, and I missed y’all too. I think I’m figuring out the whole work/life balance thing a little better, but I still have less time to write than I used to. That being said, it might take longer than before, but I just couldn’t wait to start this series finally! For those of you who are new here, welcome, and check out the first part of this series HERE before you read part 2. Also, check out my masterlist HERE to see my other stories.

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T’Challa looked out over the bustling Golden City and tapped his long, slender fingers against the side of his leg. An annoyed grimace tightened his handsome face while his eyes frantically searched the skies for even the tiniest hint of movement from the west. Even though the king desperately wanted to pace around the room, he stood still while his tailor put the finishing touches on his suit for the night. His agitation grew as the time ticked on, but despite his less-than-pleasant mood, he couldn’t help but admire himself in the mirror when he caught a glimpse of his reflection. The embroidered black ensemble he chose for the occasion covered his streamlined body like running water. The locs that usually dusted his jawbone were twisted back into an elaborate bejeweled bun, and he looked every bit a king.

A knock at the door eased T’Challa’s anxious mind for a second until his younger sister swept into the room in her suit that mirrored his, just with a silky golden scarf draped across her shoulders. T’Challa’s own shoulders slumped with disappointment, but he pivoted to positivity quickly enough for Shuri to miss his initial reaction. 

“Look at you copying your big brother,” he teased her.

Shuri rolled her eyes as she crossed the room, but she still dapped him up in their special way. He was still her favorite person, no matter how much he annoyed her. 

“Whatever,” she sucked her teeth. “I wear it better than you.”

“Who lied and told you that?”

“Zora. And she’s about as honest as they come!”

T’Challa’s jaw tightened at the mention of her name.

“Where is she, anyway?”

“Late,” grumbled the king. 

“I should have known,” Shuri chuckled. “She also never gets anywhere on time.”

T’Challa grunted in response, and Shuri noticed the annoyance in his voice. She put up her fists, playfully tapping him on the shoulder with a weak jab.

“Come on, bro. She’ll be here. Chill out.”

“She’s two hours late.”

“Was there a problem with the opening?”

“No. According to Okoye and Bahati, they just could not pull her away from conversing with the crowd.”

The princess smiled.

“You know how Zora is. Or has it been so long that you’ve forgotten?” she asked him dramatically, with a hand to her chest. 

“Just wait until you meet someone. You’ll finally understand why being apart is so painful.”

“It’s been two weeks, T’Challa. You’ve gone away for longer on missions before.”

“Being the one left at home makes the time move slower.”

“I guess.” Shuri shrugged as she plopped down on the end of the bed and began picking at her fingernails–an anxious habit that she rarely resorted to. T’Challa immediately caught on to her discomfort, and his overprotective nature flared in his chest. He hated when Shuri wasn’t her normal bubbly self.

“Something bothering you?”

“Just your mother.”

T’Challa laughed away the tension that had built in his shoulders just that quickly.

“What did our mother do this time, Shuri?”

The exasperated younger sibling groaned as she fell backward onto the bed, “She won’t stop trying to set me up!”

“Who is it now?”

“Nakia’s younger cousin, L’Nela.”

T’Challa’s face scrunched up disapprovingly. Even the tailor stopped moving the lint roller across the king’s chest to look at Shuri in disbelief before continuing his job. 

“She’s not your type,” T’Challa stated as if it were the most obvious fact in the world.

“You know that. I know that. All of Wakanda knows that! But mother is horrible at lesbian matchmaking. Bast bless her for trying, but I don’t know how much more of this I can take, brother!”

“I will talk to her,” the king chuckled at her dramatics.

“Well, actually, I came to see if Zora would-“

T’Challa’s kimoyo beads chimed with the tone he had reserved for his love, and the communication bead rolled down into his palm. 

“Speak, and she shall appear,” he grumbled as Zora’s hologram smiled at him apologetically.

“I know, I know, I’m late-”

“Two hours, Zora?”

“I couldn’t just cut off the Ghanaian ambassador and ignore the excited children, T’Challa.”

“Brother’s been in a sour mood all day,” Shuri tattled from her spot on the bed, and Zora chuckled before her picture cut out momentarily.

“What are you doing?” T’Challa asked with an accusatory tone, his eyes squinting curiously.

“Getting dressed-“

“Just now?! It’s a two-hour ride!”

“I needed a nap!”

“I tried to tell her,” snarked Bahati, now promoted to Zora’s assistant, as she helped her into her attire for the evening. 

“Not you both ganging up on me! I can be late to my own damn event if I want to. And need I remind y’all I’m not even that late? We’ll be landing in a minute.”

“A minute?” T’Challa asked for clarification, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

“More like ten, kumkani wam.”

“Thank you for your honesty, Bahati.”

“Thank you for your honesty, Bahati,” Zora mocked. “You know, sometimes I think she’s your favorite.” 

“It’s because she listens.”

“She’s paid to listen; I’m not.”

“Don’t I know it,” T’Challa smirked, and Zora mirrored the expression. 

“I’ll be there soon, love.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

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Racing through the central African skies on the Royal Talon, Zora ended the call and allowed the makeup artist to touch up her gold eyeshadow while Bahati zipped up the side of her backless black jumpsuit.

She knew she was pushing T’Challa’s nerves by running so far behind schedule, but Zora liked it when he was all worked up about one thing or another. Granted, that wasn’t actually her intention this time. She really did get caught up at the grand opening of the new Wakandan International Outreach Center in Accra. Still, she recognized that she should have planned for that possibility instead of booking a gala immediately after.

After two years of working with T’Challa and foreign dignitaries to bring her vision to fruition, Zora was finally kicking off her student exchange program. One hundred students of all ages, fifty from Wakanda and fifty from across the diaspora, would trade places for a semester. Zora spent countless hours pouring over applications and hand-picking who she thought would benefit most from the carefully crafted program. Now the diaspora students were coming to Wakanda for a warm welcome. 

As excited as Zora was for her exchange program to begin, she was running on fumes and needed time to relax and refuel. Not only had she just left Ghana, but she and T’Challa had just visited several Outreach Centers before that. Their trip started in Oakland at the very first Outreach Center. Then, they made stops in Houston, New Orleans, Chicago, D.C., and Atlanta before finishing their rounds in Charleston, where they met their goddaughter for the first time. Unfortunately, T’Challa couldn’t visit long because the elders called him away to handle a security problem near the southern border, but what little time he spent with the new addition to their extended family was more than enough to make an impact on Zora.

Indigo Ayers-Odun, daughter of Keisha and Dakarai, absolutely took Zora’s breath away. She was the best of both her parents, with her mother’s catlike eyes and her father’s broad smile. Zora and T’Challa were both tickled by how cautious the little girl was with them initially. Dakarai’s cautious nature shone through her before Keisha’s bubbly personality took over once she determined they were trustworthy enough for her to bless them with her laughter. She was a little miracle. One that captured the attention of everyone around her and made them wonder about making little miracles of their own. 

Zora got caught up in the magic. As soon as she observed T’Challa playing with the infant, she began wondering if maybe the time was right to try for one. She thought of her belly stretching and her hips cracking to make way for a baby that she hoped looked like her twin, and a warmth filled her chest. Those thoughts didn't stick around long, though. They were quickly shot down by her logical mind telling her she was too busy for babies, but they still lingered in the back of her consciousness like a dull headache.

T’Challa noticed the way Zora’s eyes seemed to look past Indigo into the potential future, and M’Baku saw it when she called him on her kimoyo beads so he could see the baby while stuck in Jabariland. Neither man mentioned their observation, but they both held onto hope that they could become parents soon. They tried to hide their baby fever from Zora so she wouldn’t feel pressured, but she knew what they wanted. And as the days passed by, she wanted it more and more, too…

The thought of a tiny hand wrapping around her tattooed finger made Zora sigh as her eyes examined the design, and Bahati smiled knowingly at her friend. 

“Missing your Jabari man?” she asked.

Zora simply nodded, not wanting to get too deep into the true reason for her melancholy. 

“The gala will fly by, and you can be together after.”

“I know,” Zora sighed again. “I just hate having to treat him like a spare.”

“Zora, I’m sure he knows he’s not a spare. This is all just for show. It’s all politics.”

Zora glanced at herself in the full-body mirror, and a sense of déjà vu washed over her as she found herself transported back to her first morning waking up in Wakanda. She’d never forget the day that Bahati first gave her, Keisha, and that incompetent ambassador a tour of the country that she now called home. She had come a long way in just two, almost three short years. Zora was just an ambassador’s assistant when she first came to Wakanda. So much had changed in her life with that trip to Wakanda. It was supposed to be for a few short weeks, and she ended up falling in love with the country and two of its sons and sticking around. Now, Zora couldn’t imagine living anywhere else in the world.

“Don’t worry. Tonight will be a breeze,” Bahati reassured Zora as she gave her one last glance over to check for anything out of place.

Zora smiled at her friend and let the optimistic words wash over her. Tonight would be a breeze…

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Black students and their chaperones, journalists, and government officials from across the diaspora flew into Birnin Zana earlier that day, and each member of the royal family greeted them with a welcoming speech when they arrived. Shuri spoke of her excitement about sharing her technology with the brilliant young minds that had come to Wakanda. Ramonda spoke of how her travels with her late husband only gave her a taste of the outside world but encouraged the young Wakandans that would spend time beyond their borders to truly appreciate the cultural exchange. T’Challa ended the welcome brunch by telling them how the program came to be: Zora. He explained her absence and promised she’d grace them with her presence at the gala when she returned that evening. 

Zora ensured each guest received a kimoyo bracelet complete with translator capabilities, and Wakandan tour guides were assigned to small groups of five to ten people. The following day, they’d all receive the same tour that Bahati and T’Challa gave Zora and Keisha when they arrived, plus more specialized tours based on academic focus. The Wakandan students would be greeted by their host communities in their own unique but similar ways. They mingled with their visitors with ease, and by the start of the gala, the only thing that separated them was the culturally specific styles of their formal attire.

The event was held in the palace courtyard, with the setting sun front and center for the guests to marvel at while they trickled into the space from their lodgings across the city. Zora had spent months working with a team of artists, contractors, and craftspeople to make sure the courtyard (as well as the entire palace and the visitor’s apartments) was perfect and to her liking for her visitors. Drummers struck their instruments with their palms in a high-energy rhythm that got the guests dancing before the event began. By the time the guests spotted the Royal Talon descending from the sky on the other side of the palace spires, spirits were so high that they erupted into applause that rang out loud enough for Zora to hear inside the aircraft. 

She was a vision in black when T’Challa laid eyes on her as she came down the ramp, and as soon as she saw him, her face lit up. Zora ran to T’Challa and jumped into his arms, not caring about messing up their formal attire or makeup. Their lips locked in a wet embrace they had longed for over the past two weeks, and their bodies came alive at the other’s touch. His firm hands held her up and grabbed her cheeks to pull her body closer to his while her arms wrapped around his neck. Tongues explored mouths, and they breathed as one again.

Being apart for the past two weeks was rough for Zora and T’Challa. Seeing Indigo brought up a lot of emotions for them both, and being without their loves during that time made for some lonely nights. Kimoyo chats can only do so much, especially when Zora loved taking every opportunity she could to tease her man. Her fingers would explore her depths while she panted and moaned and called his name, wishing her walls were contracting around his girth, and he couldn’t help but stroke himself until he overflowed with passion watching her performance. He’d tell her what to do, and she’d become her bratty self instantly, forcing him to keep a running tab of her infractions.

There were eight.

Half of those infractions come from her insistence on not calling him by whatever name he allows her to at the time. Sometimes he wants to hear her call him the same name as the rest of the world, and other times he only allows “Sir.” When she wants to get under his skin, she’s always resorted to calling him by his title, and T’Challa kept count of four times when she chose to push that button.

Another three came from her refusal to take his directions. He told her to remove her panties; she pushed them to the side. He ordered her to stop rubbing her clit when she seemed like she was about to climax, but Zora did it anyway, a satisfied smirk on her face as her juices dripped down on her hand. Then, her striptease while the king was in a meeting with the council. Every few seconds, T’Challa’s kimoyo beads dinged with a picture that he dared not open until after the meeting, each one of her in fewer clothes than the one before. By the time he called her after the meeting ended, she was cumming all over her favorite vibrator and screaming his name in her soundproof suite on the Talon while he tried his best to maintain composure in the two free minutes he had in his schedule.

The last infraction was when Zora’s bratty side got out of hand. T’Challa had missed her usual before-bedtime call, and when he called her back twenty minutes later, Zora was tired and cranky from a long day of global politicking. Her attitude made her mouthy, and when she accused him of sleeping with his assistant, he’d had enough. The following day, she didn’t even remember their conversation, but the king had already begun plotting revenge. 

Those thoughts of punishment disappeared from T’Challa’s mind when he saw Zora in the flesh again. His heart nearly stopped as he took in her curves, from the royal purple polish on her stubby toes to the tip of the beaded halo resting comfortably in her curls. His hands felt like they were glued to her ass, and he couldn’t help but squeeze it tighter and test the jiggle in his hands to make sure it was all still there.

Zora whimpered against T’Challa’s mouth when his fingertips got dangerously close to her lower lips, and his body responded with a rush of blood between his legs. He pressed his pelvis into her warmth and held her tighter while she gripped him as if he would ever drop her.

“Oh, my Bast!”

Zora pried her eyes open at the interruption and saw T’Challa’s new assistant trying her best to remain professional. The rest of the staff was used to their displays of affection and worked around them like it was nothing, but poor Kidada looked stunned to see her boss and king in such a precarious position. 

“Uxolo kumkani–”

The two lovers cooled down and pulled apart with a chuckle, and the king waved off her nervous ramblings.

“No need to apologize, Kidada.”

She nodded and pushed her gold-rimmed glasses up the bridge of her round nose, looking away nervously while Zora and T’Challa were both swarmed by their stylists. 

“How’s it looking out there?” Zora asked the assistant while the makeup artist touched up her lipstick.

“The visitors saw the Talon arrive, and they’ve begun asking for you.”

“We won’t keep them waiting much longer.”

“We?” T’Challa scoffed, and Zora cut her eyes at him, forcing Bahati to stifle a giggle.

“We’re a unit now, T’Challa, or have you forgotten your vows?” Zora teased, and it became T’Challa’s turn to cut his eyes.

“As if I could ever do such a thing.”

“I know, baby. You love me too much.”

“That and the eidetic memory,” T’Challa smirked, his eyes trailing up to the isicholo on Zora’s head. 

His mind traveled back to the day he first placed it there as vividly as if he still existed in that very moment. The procession through Birnin Zana was more beautiful than anything he had ever seen until they made it to the palace steps, and he was allowed to turn around and face his future wife. The brightly colored flower petals that filled the air and covered the ground they walked on as they made their way through the city streets had nothing on Zora in her intricately woven purple robes and stark white wedding paint. Ramonda comforted Cheryl as they gave their children away to be married on the palace steps, and both mothers had tearfully proud smiles on their faces as the priestess declared their union to be blessed by Bast. T’Challa remembered hearing slight sniffles coming from Shuri’s direction, but he was too busy gazing into his new wife’s twinkling eyes as he secured her crown.

Zora caught him staring, but she knew where his memory had taken him. She reached out her hand to intertwine their fingers, and the swirling patterns that the tattooist etched into their skin the day they were wed completed the design in the way they intended. 

“Let’s go,” she said with a soft smile.

T’Challa brought her hand to his lips and led the way out of the dressing room with Kidada, Bahati, and their Dora Milaje detail on their heels.

“My king, my queen,” Kidada rushed out as she followed behind them. “The queen mothers and the princess are already seated at the table, as are the council members, and the-”

“M’Baku?” Zora stopped walking and looked back at the assistant expectantly, but Kidada deferred to T’Challa.

“Zora,” he began, “he decided it would be best if he kept his distance. He sent Dembe in his absence.”

“Oh.” Disappointment weighed on Zora’s vocal cords like the heaviest boulder. “Is he ok?”

T’Challa sweetly cupped Zora’s face with the hand not interwoven with hers.

“He knew he could not remain professional in front of our guests.”

Zora nodded solemnly, and took a step forward, only to be pulled back into T’Challa’s embrace.

“My love, he-”

“I understand… it’s hard for me, too.”

He kissed her forehead, and the two of them took off again towards the courtyard with their entourage in tow. 

Zora tried to go over her speech, but her mind kept wandering back to M’Baku. She couldn’t help but feel a little hollow inside every time he came up. That emptiness came not just from missing her Jabari man, but because, in order to build relationships with foreign dignitaries, Zora had to become something she despised: dishonest. More than telling simple lies, she had to hide a piece of herself because of her global peers’ conservative sensibilities surrounding non-traditional relationships. 

Wakanda was already under so much scrutiny from the global press. The country’s name was being dragged through the mud by conservatives and liberals alike for their exclusionary practices, neither side of the political spectrum truly grasping the concept of reparations for descendants of chattel slavery. The United Nations was breathing down their necks for a taste of vibranium. Zora specifically had become the target of many a smear campaign calling her every foul name under the sun for “sleeping her way into the palace”—a sentiment that lost a news reporter in the UK his job when his boss mysteriously received pictures of said reporter in blackface taken just two years prior. 

To Wakandans, and many people around the world with liberated mindsets, polyamory is just another way of life; there are also many who see it as unacceptable, especially when a woman has more than one man. The woman is considered loose and therefore unworthy of respect, and the men are seen as weak for allowing such a thing to transpire. As incorrect as that thinking is, Zora knew all too well the ass-backward logic of the colonized world, and it was her decision to keep the true nature of her relationship with M’Baku under wraps to be taken seriously. The world would at least halfway respect a gold-digger, but a whore, especially when in the body of a Black woman, was seen as nothing more than an object to be used. To only speak when spoken to and to not demand the respect said whore deserves. 

That meant that while the visitors were inside Wakanda, the throuple was to act as a couple in public, and that M’Baku didn’t join Zora and T’Challa for diplomatic trips to foreign countries. However, when Zora chose to keep her other man from the world, she quickly learned that it wasn’t as easy as she thought it would be. In fact, it downright ripped her apart every time she had to restrain herself from holding his hand or planting a kiss on his cheek in specific settings. Every time Zora had to lie about their relationship or stop herself from touching him, her stomach churned at the lack of affection, but she’d always more than make up for it later.

Zora gave up on practicing her speech and let her mind wander to after the gala when the three of them would be together for the first time in weeks. She knew her guilt would make it difficult for her to accept the intimacy that M’Baku and T’Challa were undoubtedly about to lay on her for both her successful event and to celebrate their reuniting after her travels. She’d have to pay extra close attention to M’Baku, but as soon as she began planning all the things she wanted to do to him, the group arrived at the final set of double doors leading to the courtyard. 

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The king and queen of Wakanda smiled so wide their cheeks hurt as they took picture after picture with their guests, much to Okoye’s dismay. She was on high alert, having so many foreigners in her home country, and although she loved the idea of the children coming to visit, she loathed the politicians and journalists that followed them. She didn’t trust them one bit, so she had her Dora Milaje, the palace guards, and the tribal warriors, on guard. Of course, each person had been vetted, and no weapons were brought into the country, but the warriors remained ready just in case something popped off. 

The general scanned the crowd while Zora spoke to a twelve-year-old girl who was interested in design and had complimented her isicholo when she noticed the entrance to the gardens darken, and a prominent figure appeared from the shadows. Okoye fought a smirk as she continued to survey the space, and as soon as the young girl left Zora’s side, she leaned in close to whisper a message to her queen.

“Your husband is here, kumkanikazi wam.”

Zora’s face lit up, and she instantly began searching the crowd for his figure until she felt a nudge on her shoulder. She looked T’Challa’s way, and his eyes darted to the back corner as he nodded in that direction, having heard Okoye’s whisper with ease. Zora’s gaze followed his lead, and not a second later, her body felt flush as she laid her eyes on none other than the chief of the Jabari himself. 

M’Baku stood near the entrance to the gardens wearing his chief furs, his large arm guards filling out his already massive silhouette in a way that made Zora’s mind go straight to the gutter. She felt a tingle between her legs at the thought of parading around his room in his furs while he was naked and tied down to his bed. The queen tried in vain to fight the urge to stare, but she was too weakened by his presence. He felt her gaze from across the room and looked away from his conversation with his liaison Dembe. Their eyes met, and it was as if the entire room had melted away. All that mattered was the man by her side and the man yards away from her. The only thing she felt was T’Challa’s warm arm sliding around her waist and the icy chill of M’Baku’s absence from her other side. 

Always knowing exactly what Zora was feeling, T’Challa leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Now would be a good time for you to stretch your legs if you’d like.”

Zora tore her eyes away from M’Baku, and they landed square on the only man the entire world knew to be hers, a knowing and thankful smile gracing her plump lips before she met him for a chaste kiss. 

“I’ll be back.”

T’Challa unhanded her waist and let her slip from his side, his eyes slyly taking in her figure in her jumpsuit as she sashayed toward the gardens with Ayo not far behind. He didn’t have time to daydream about what lay beneath the dark fabric because the U.S. Secretary of State dampened his mood by stepping into his line of vision. 

While T’Challa was being hounded by Secretary Ross yet again, Zora slowly made her way through the room, stopping every few steps to mingle while she monitored M’Baku as she grew closer and closer to his warmth. When she stopped just four feet away from him to applaud a blended group of teenagers dancing together, he slipped away from Dembe and back into the gardens, causing Zora to smirk. So, he wanted to play games?

Zora glanced at T’Challa across the room to check in, and his slight nod gave her all the approval she needed.

“Ayo, please make sure we are undisturbed.”

“Ewe, kumkanikazi wam,” the lieutenant nodded and stood guard at the garden entrance. 

Zora winked at Dembe as she slipped through the gate, and they sent back a knowing little wave as she disappeared into the shrubbery. The sounds of the party grew fainter with every step she took into the depths of the lush gardens until her stilettos became louder against the stone path than the drums in the distance. Zora’s feet carried her all the way there on autopilot, and when she rounded the last corner, her body came alive when a warm presence engulfed her.

It was a presence she knew all too well, one she had joined with before Hanuman in a ceremony that brought tears to her eyes. When she looked down at the large hands that had taken hold of her waist, a smile took over her face at the black ink embedded in the skin. His and her hands marked forever to solidify their union, just as her right hand held the same marks that decorated T’Challa’s skin. Her smile grew wider when he pulled her in tight and kissed her neck, his hands gripping the two strands of beads that decorated her waist given to her by her two husbands in a much more intimate exchange within the confines of her bedroom.

“You were great up there, my sweet,” M’Baku rumbled into the crook of her neck, and Zora sighed into the deep vibrations.

“How would you know? You missed my speech.”

“Dembe recorded on their beads so I could still watch you.”

Zora turned around in his arms and cupped his bearded face in her hands.

“I wish you could’ve been there with me.”

M’Baku kissed her deeply.

“I do, too.”

Zora reached for his hand and led him to her favorite bench in the entire garden. It had been carved from the trunk of an ancient tree that fell during an unseasonably powerful storm that blew through the night Shuri was born and placed in a secluded corner of the gardens. The carpenter paid extra close attention to detail when they made it, and Zora couldn’t help but feel drawn to it every time she entered the green space. So much so that M’Baku and T’Challa regularly found her escaping her duties by reclining on that very bench and soaking up the fresh air in silence. 

“I have missed you, Zora,” M’Baku mumbled, his lips dusting over Zora’s knuckles as he planted soft kisses on her inked skin.

Zora’s lips met his before she could even think to preserve her makeup, and not seconds later, she was straddling his lap… until the sound of a shutter pierced the air, and a rustling of leaves forced them apart.

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Avengers Preference-FTM

3 Year Masterlist    

Prompt: Pride month  FTM!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of periods,top scars,brief mention of dead name

Loki

There was gonna be a huge ball at the palace. Loki had dragged you along,you weren't a big fan of parties you couldn't remember the last time you'd be to one. Of course Loki wouldn't let you anywhere near the ballroom without the right attire,he had gone through his entire closet. Picking a couple outfits and setting them to the side.

"Alright,take your clothes off" You froze,you hadn't told him yet. "Y/N?" 

"Loki there's something I have to tell you"

"If you're embarrassed I promise I won't look"

"It's not that,although I appreciate it. It's actually my scars,no one has seen them yet. And I haven't even told you that I'm"He reached out putting his hand on top of yours.

"Y/N it's okay believe me I understand and you don't have to say it until you want. Now try these on" He got up and turned his back to you. 

"Loki you can look,but how did you know?" He turned to face you.

"I'm not exactly clueless on these things" You knew exactly what Loki was referring to,what everyone else called 'lady Loki' who was beautiful and you were always supportive of who Loki was. "Now come we can't be late"

***

Walking into the ballroom,your arms entwined. A few people stared but they didn't last long. Suddenly a woman walked up to you. Before she had a chance to say anything Loki greeted her.

"Hello mother,I'd like to introduce you to Y/N. My,what is it that midgardians say?" He thought for a moment "Boyfriend" He blurted out. She turned to face you,smiling.

Dr.Strange

Training was longer today,the ancient one had put you in charge of training Stephen. Begin one of the best helped a lot,Stephen was a quick learner and you couldn't be happier with how far he'd come in a short time. Since you spent so much time together you were naturally close,which resulted in you developing a crush on him. 

He managed to knock you to the ground,but quickly knelt down.

"Y/N are you okay?"He asked. You could feel your binder digging into your ribs,it was getting hard to breathe. 

"I'm fine" He helped you up. "That's enough for today" You walked back to your room,quickly taking off your binder. Taking a few deep breaths,suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Y/N" 

"Yes?" You opened the door slightly,not enough for him to see much.

"I just wanted to make sure you're okay" He pushed the door slightly. "I was worried since you were wearing your binder for a long time" He pushed the door open and walked in.

"You knew?" He just nodded. 

"I just want you to know that I don't think of you any differently" Moving closer you kissed his cheek.

"Thank you" He smiled at you "But don't think I'll go easier on you"

Bucky

Bucky was curled up on the bed,he was shirtless and you could see his scars. Before you realize you started tracing them with your finger,you felt him shiver. He moved onto his side and you moved to lay down,putting your arm around him. You felt a bigger scar just near his abs,you moved to sit up. Bucky rolled over onto his back,letting you see the scar more clearly.

"Where's this from?" You asked without thinking. 

"It's a long story" 

"Sorry I didn't mean to"

"It's okay,I'm actually surprised it took you so long to ask about any of them" He sat up,his back against the headboard.

“Well you never asked about mine”He had seen your scars a few times,but he never said anything.

“I just thought you didn’t want to talk about it. But now that you brought it up how did you get those?” 

“They’re from my top surgery”You explained,before you could say anything else he pulled you into a hug. You kissed his cheek,he took off his dog tags putting them on you instead. You didn’t ask,you just kissed him again.

Peter parker/Spider-man

Peter was one of the first people you came out to,you had been friends for years. He had been there for you through your transition. Today you were going to get top surgery and Peter came with you. 

“So how do you feel?”

“Like a weight has been lifted off my chest”He laughed,putting his hand on your arm. “Thank you for coming with me”

“Anytime”

After a few hours you were let out,Peter insisted that you stay with him while you were recovering. You were watching a movie when Peter suddenly asked.

“Y/N do you wanna go out with me sometime?”His face was completely red as he avoided your eyes. 

“I’d love to”You leaned forward,pressing your lips onto his cheek.

Tony Stark/Iron man

You rushed down to the lab.

“Tony!”You quickly ran into his arms,crying.

“Y/N,what’s wrong? What happened?”He asked,panicked. Picking up your phone you showed him the article,he took your phone as you continued crying. You knew what you were getting into when you started dating Tony,but you never expected that someone would go as far as to out your birth name. “Y/N,I’m so sorry. I promise you they won’t get away with this” He held you until you calmed down,his hands rubbing your back.

“What now?”You asked.

“I have an idea but you’ll need to be there with me”

Since it was pride month,the news of your outing was met with support from the community. Along with a lot of criticism to the reporters and news outlets. You felt a lot better knowing that you weren’t the only one upset. Although Tony still wanted to go through with his plan and so did you. You were both going to a pride parade,he had draped a flag over your shoulders like a cape. And painting the flags on your cheeks. You couldn’t be happier standing there with Tony,just being confident in who you are.

Natasha romanoff/Black widow

You knew today was gonna be terrible,you got your period and everything was awful. Thankfully there weren’t any emergencies today,which meant you could stay in bed all day. You were mindlessly scrolling on your phone,when Natasha walked in.

“Hey feeling any better?”She asked,rummaging through the paper bag she was holding. “I brought some stuff that might help”

“I feel better,thank you”You gave her a quick kiss. 

“Now move over”She laughed,climbing in beside you.You wrapped your arm around her. “So you wanna watch a movie or something?”

“Only if we can cuddle”

“Sure as long as you don’t fall asleep on me”She laughed,grabbing the remote.

Hela

No one dared say anything to you,since you were dating the goddess of death. Hela was extremely proud of you and would show you off like you were her treasure. Which you secretly loved,the way she talked about you was enough to make you blush like crazy. Today just wasn’t a good day for you,your dysphoria had been acting up worse that usual. You avoided mirrors and any type of reflective surface,not wanting to see your reflection. Hela was in the throne room as you made your way in;she looked you up and down,she quickly gestured to one of the guards. They left as soon as you reached the throne. 

“Something bothering you?”She stood up,taking your hand in hers.

“No,I'm fine.”You lied,avoiding her eyes. 

“Y/N please don’t lie to me,i can tell that you’re not fine”You walked out to the balcony behind the throne,with Hela following you. You leaned over the balcony,looking over Asgard. 

"What do you think they'd say?" Hela stood beside you,a confused look on her face. "About me? If they knew"

"They wouldn't,no one would dare say anything about my king. And if they did they'd have to deal with me" She pulled you closer,kissing you as your hands wrapped around her.

Shuri

Shuri had called you telling you to come to the lab,she had said that she was working on something for you. But didn’t tell you what it was. As you walked in you noticed that it was surprisingly empty,looking around you only saw Shuri. 

“There you are!”She stood up,pulling you along to a table. “When you told me you're transgender I did some research into binders and I remembered hearing you complain that they're uncomfortable,and I didn't want that"

You pulled her close,kissing her cheek. It warmed your heart that she did,even though she didn’t have to. She smiled at you. “As I was saying,I didn’t want you to be in pain all the time. So i did what i do best” She said clearly proud of herself,she handed you a binder. The material of it felt a lot softer though.

“Do you want me to try it on now?”

“If you want to”Her tone made it obvious that she wanted you to wear it. She turned around letting you take your shirt off,your binder was difficult to take off and got stuck. You turned away from Shuri.

“Shuri,could you help me?”

“Of course”You felt her hands on your back,pulling your binder over your head. “I can promise that you won’t have to worry about that with mine”You couldn’t see but you knew that she was smirking. You put on the one she made,she was right it was way more comfortable than a regular one. It wasn’t too tight but it still made your chest look flat.

“Shuri you can look now” She turned to face you,smiling.

“Looks like I got the size perfectly. How do you feel?”

“A lot more comfortable than my old one”You joked.

“It’s not too tight is it? It’s not affecting your breathing?”She asked,carefully touching it, avoiding your chest directly and only touching your sides.

“It’s incredible Shuri,you practically did the impossible”You reassured her,giving her a kiss.

M’baku

It was just a normal day,nothing was really going on. So you just walked up to the throne room,finding M’baku sitting on the throne. When he saw you,he gestured for you to come over. He immediately pulled you into his lap.

“Did you sleep well,my prince?” You chuckled,putting your arm around his shoulders. He kissed you,putting his arm around your waist. 

“I love it when you call me that.”You moved to kiss his jaw down to his neck,he laughed. Last night was incredible,it was the first time you had sex with him. You were thinking about it,when suddenly you noticed that the room was empty. He put his hand on your thigh

“How do you feel? I wasn’t too rough was I?”He asked,and you quickly kissed him.

“Not at all. Last night was amazing”He smiled,clearly proud of himself. “Can you call me that again?”

“Call you what?”He asked,you blushed avoiding his eyes. “My prince”You buried your head into his neck.

T’challa

Your relationship had been a secret,while T’challa’s father was the king. But when he became king,nothing could stop him. Both Shuri and his mother were proud,Shrui was the only person who knew before he became king. She was always there for both of you. You were happy with T’challa,but you were scared of what the people would say. Not that they dared since he was the king,but you still thought about it. You were laying in bed with him next to you.

“Do you think the people of wakanda hate me?”He instantly bolted up.

“What are you talking about,darling? No one would say that”

“They don’t have to”You got up walking towards the window,he followed you. “I mean they probably think it’s already bad enough that you’re dating a man,let alone that I’m trans. And don’t even get me started on the whole heir to the throne problem” He immediately looked concerned and worried,you had never seen him like this. 

“Y/N you know that I love you,I don't care what anyone says. Or traditions all i care about is the man i love and that’s you. I want you to stay with me,for as long as I’m king no one will ever disrespect you and get away with it. Y/N will you marry me?”You froze,you had a feeling he was gonna ask you but not like this not now,although your answer was still the same.

“Yes I will”

#ftm reader #x ftm reader #loki x reader #dr strange x reader #bucky x reader #spider man x reader #peter parker x reader #tony stark x reader #iron man x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #hela x reader #shuri x reader #m'baku x reader #t'challa x reader

[riribabymomma]

Kill Bill

Paring:toxic!letitia x blk fem!reader

I kept running but no matter how much I ran, I got nowhere. No exit no nothing. It was like a maze. I could hear her crazy ass in the distance dragging that 20 inch machete she called Richie.

"Sthandwa.....Ndicela ungandishiyi" She said in that deep husky voice that I used to love

Me and Letitia had been married for 5 years she proposed at this beautiful restaurant. All of my friends were there we met in college.

That was until she started to kill people I loved One By One.

She had this thing were she only wanted me to be with her 24/7 all day everyday.

She was OBSESSED

All this time I thought someone else were killing them and it was her the crazy part about it was she comforted me about it was there she was my shoulder to cry on

I followed her one night in my friends car and made sure I stayed far away so she wouldn't see me  she ended up going to an abandoned warehouse she got out of the car and pulled out a machete from her car making sure no one was looking

Seconds later i heard dreadful screams from a woman but not just any woman it was my mother

I got out the car running inside the warehouse but it was too late she was dead.

Now I am here running trying to get away from this crazy bitch

After about a month, I saw on the news of an abandoned warehouse that had been set on fire and burned down to ashes. The location of the warehouse instantly let me know that it must've been Her.

7 months had passed and I had been making new friends. We decided to go to this new club where the owner was a woman. A new change. I knew feminists definitely partied there.

I was having way too many drinks when I heard my friends saying how the owner was hitting on me.

My vision was too blurry for me to see what the owner actually looked like but I followed her after we danced and talked about whatever. All I remember was getting into a car then blacking out.

I had woken up no too long ago in a wedding dress a white dress.

And now here I was, still trying to escape. She still sees us as being engaged and now we're supposed to marry. My god this woman is crazy.

I took a sharp a right turn only to meet a dead end. I was about to turn back when I saw her walking towards me grinning, showing off her pearly whites. Fuck.

She was walking dramatically slow

Her makeup was done with a flower crown on her head. She had on this beautiful white suit that was supposed to be her wedding suit I guess.

She towered over me  

"Why'd you leave me and Richie Y/n... I waited for you. I waited so long for you, and yet you never returned for me. Did I do something wrong?" She asked me in a soft voice.

"I'm sorry Tish... I just, had to take a break I guess. But look we're together now." I said trying to sound confident.

I stayed silent. I didn't wanna say the wrong thing in case if it might trigger her or something.

Letitia dropped the machete and started kissing me again. She was shoving her tongue down my throat forcefully.

She slid her hands up my dress but i grabbed her wrist to stop her

She pulled back confused, "What? You don't want to make love to me? Am I not beautiful? Am I not enough?"

"No Tish it's not that. I just, I want to take it slow you know. We did just get back together."

She nodded and we both stood up

"You know where the bathroom is?" I asked patting down my dress a bit.

Letitia chuckled. She started laughing. She was laughing hysterically at this point.

"Y-you think I'm dumb?!" She said in between her laugh. She was full on laughing putting her hand on her chest and all.

"Please don't try the fucking bathroom excuse with me. What? You're gonna ask me where the bathroom is, I tell you, and you try to escape? I'm not a child Y/n. You can't leave. Not now not ever. Matter fact you're dying with me." Tish’s face instantly went cold as if a new persona took over.

As she was leaning down picking up the machete, I pushed her as hard as I could and I began running again.

I just realized that my dumbass didn't even pick up the machete. I was panicking.

Fuck fuck fuck! There's literally no where I can get out.

One more turn and she stood there with a machete.

I tried to run but my dress was pulled back slamming me into the wall.

She tried to stab the machete into me but I ducked down and the machete went through the wall.

Next thing I know she punched my face knocking me down.

She tried to get on top but I kicked her face making her fall down

I got on top of Letitia choking her. I choked her the hardest I could

Her face was slowly puffing up and getting red when I felt a pocket knife being stabbed into my left thigh.

"Fuck!" I yelled out in pain and held my left thigh.

She pushed me off of her coughing trying to regain her breath.

I tried getting up but she knocked me down grabbing out the knife from my thigh as well.

"Shit!" I cried out from the agonizing pain.

Right as she was about to stab me again with the knife, I backhand slapped the fuck out of her making her slam into the wall.

I got up and tried my best to run with me covering up the deep gash from my thigh.

My heart rate got higher. I looked behind to see her charging at me.

I tried running faster but that was obviously no use when I felt another stab to my shoulder.

She rolled me over getting on top about to stab me again when I grabbed her hands.

I used all my strength to turn the knife towards her and with one powerful push, the knife plunged into her collar bone.

I scrambled up and continued to run a bit but I felt Letitia coming from behind me again.

I could feel her getting closer to me

All I felt was her turning me around with full force and pushing me up against the wall.

I saw the machete go through me coming out out my chest.

She had also been stabbed since she had pressed herself against me.

Blood poring out of our mouths not being able to speak

Welp. I guess she won.

#shuri x reader #shuri x y/n #shuri smut #queen shuri #shuri #letitia wright #toxic!shuri #this is my first post #okoye x reader #ayo #ayo x aneka #smut #t'challa #m'baku

[wastelandbaby7]

Hear me out. Namor x M'baku arranged marriage au.

M'baku is now (presumably) King of Wakanda and the elders want to make sure that Namor won't try to attack them again. What's a better way then marriage. And M'baku has to admit that Namor impressed him.

And Namor goes with it because he wants them to have a better reason to protect Talokan.

We all know how it goes. They find out they have more in common than they thought, they learn to respect each other's cultures and they fall in love.

#i can also go for namor x shuri they chemistry 🔥🔥 #or namor x t'challa #but i feel weird reading about t'challa #black panther 2 #black panther spoilers #wakanda forever spoilers #m'baku #namor #namor x m'baku

[kiraxcute]

Shuri: Where's Namor?

T'Challa: Don't worry, I'll find him.

T'Challa, shouting: M'Baku sucks!

Namor, distantly: M'Baku is the best person ever! Fuck you!

T'Challa: Found him.

#nam'baku #namor x m'baku #m'baku #namor #shuri #t'challa

[xenokattz]

Craving a Black Panther and/or Wakanda Forever fic that isn't necessarily Nashuri or Attoye but a secret third thing that is so secret even I don't know what it is.

Does anyone have any recommendations?

#black panther #black panther wakanda forever #shuri #okoye #namor of talokan #attuma of talokan #n'jadaka #m'baku #Nakia #t'challa #queen ramonda #nashuri #attoye #t'challa x nakia

[theunsweetenedtruth]

The Unsweet Masterlist

Welcome to "The Unsweetened Truth," a haven for those who crave raw and authentic romance narratives featuring Black protagonists. As the author behind these narratives, I invite you to join me on a journey where the stories reflect my real life with a giant sprinkle of delusion. But be warned: the content found within these pages is intended for mature audiences only, with themes and imagery that reflect the complexities of adult relationships. So, take a seat, immerse yourself in the stories, and discover the unfiltered beauty of romance through the eyes of Black protagonists. And remember, all content is exclusive to this platform, protected under #unsweetimagines—because some truths are meant to be savored, not shared.

The Adored One (Complete)

Nereyda is a member of the Doras—a marginalized class whose purpose is solely for pleasure. But Nereyda is no ordinary Dora; she holds a special place as the chosen companion of Prince T'Challa.

The Adored One | Giving You the Best | Warmth | What You Won't Do | On Your Mind | All This Love | Yours

Who Hurt You (One Shot)

T'Challa, the esteemed leader of Wakanda, ventures into the dimly lit confines of a hidden establishment, not as a king, but as a man driven by his own desires. There he finds you.

Come Sit On My Lap (One Shot)

T'Challa isn't paying enough attention to you so you decide to go out without him. You're not ready for the repercussions.

Promises (Complete)

Erik left more than just his girl behind. It was time to keep some of his promises.

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | Erik's Packing List

Voyeurism (One Shot)

Discipline (One Shot)

Another Again (One Shot)

Kinksize

Happy

#erik killmonger x poc #erik killmonger fic #erik kilmonger x reader #t'challa fanfiction #t'challa x poc #t'challa x reader #t'challa udaku fic #erik killmonger x black!oc #erik stevens #t'challa udaku #mbaku x black!oc #m'baku x reader #m'baku #m'baku fanfiction

[chaneajoyyy]

Do you know of any Halloween/fall M’Baku or T’Challa fics?

M'BAKU / T'CHALLA HALLOWEEN/FALL FICS

M'BAKU HALLOWEEN/FALL FICS

shadows in the closet- @supersizemeplz

risky dreams- @eerythingisshaka

wakanda as warewolves imagines, wakandan supernatural au’s/imagines, willing heart, your worst nightmare- @youreallyshouldtalkmore

the arrival series- @muse-of-mbaku

girl of his dreams- @tchallasbabymama

T'CHALLA HALLOWEEN/FALL FICS

three king of dreams (ft. erik and m’baku (for christmas but still a little spooky), a single prick series- @supersizemeplz

fictober 27 “remember, you have to remember”;  “fictober 29″ at least it can’t get any worse”- @eerythingisshaka

wakanda as warewolves imagines, wakandan supernatural au’s/imagines, your worst nightmare, noble intentions- @youreallyshouldtalkmore

ever after- @wakandan-flowerz

crossroads blues @tchallasbabymama

howl- @hearteyes-for-killmonger

***IF YOU HAVE OR KNOW ANYONE WHO HAS M'BAKU AND T'CHALLA HALLOWEEN/FALL FICS PLEASE HIT MY LINE SO I CAN ADD!!!***

#the bp plug #bp librarian at your service #let's chat #sip tea #talk fanfiction #talk halloween fanfiction #talk fall fanfiction #talk m'baku fanfiction #talk t'challa fanfiction #m'baku x black!reader #m'baku x black!oc #t'challa x black!reader #t'challa x black!oc #m'baku fanfiction #t'challa fanfiction #black panther fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #winston duke fanfiction #chadwick boseman fanfiction #spooktober fics #anonny asks

[livstarlight]

Know for a fact that the world may let me down but the black panther movies would NEVER

#AND THAT'S A FACT #black panther #wakanda forever #shuri #namor #t'challa #okoye #queen ramonda #riri williams #ironheart #m'baku #aneka #ayo #attuma #namora #namor x shuri #namuri #nashuri #seaprincess #mcu #black panther meme

[chimerathewriter]

I'm done with HotD for a while until I finish to write the series.

Let's concentrate on Black Panther Wakanda Forever.

Not yall trying to victimuze queen Ramond because she sent Nakia to rescue her child

Anyway Okoye and Attuma wooow wow

#black panther #shuri black panther #queen ramonda #namor the sub mariner #m'baku #t'challa x nakia #maduka okoye #attuma

[blackgirlsuperherorants]

Anyway, other thoughts on this movie and the discourse surrounding it.

"M'Baku was emasculated" Nah, not at all. "Why didn't he take the throne from Ramonda?" Why would he do that? He's not a man spirited person and he doesn't hate T'Challa or his family, he just disagreed with T'Challa's leadership. At the time of the blip, when Ramonda probably first took over as queen, it was probably more necessary for M'Baku to stand in solidarity with the queen to support a grieving country who had literally lost millions of people. When everyone blipped back, T'Challa was king, again. Then, when T'Challa died, he probably didn't challenge anything out of respect for the dead. M'Baku is very traditional, and he would never want to disturb Wakanda by staging what would essentially be a coup. During challenge day, he knew he was within his rights to challenge for the throne. That's why he showed up at Shuri's challenge day (and she likely gave it over to him, anyway.)

"How am I supposed to believe a tiny, skinny girl can beat up a god/mutant" My bothers and sisters in Christ, Shuri is a superhero. Like, with powers. Did y'all forget Steve Rogers was a 98 pound weakling? And that Peter Parker was a skinny 14 year old boy? Neither of them got significant training on how to be a superhero, they just got enhanced. When Shuri takes the herb, she's enhanced. No training necessary.

And also, she's fought in battles before! She was fighting in Black Panther, and she fought in the final battle in Endgame. Girl can fight, even without the herb, but with it... she's stronger and faster than Captain America. Remember that the super soldier serum is an inferior copy of what the heart shaped herb can do.

Also, it seems like nobody is excited enough about Namor being a confirmed mutant and what that means for the X-gene! He's 500 years old, and was born a mutant. That means that the X-gene in the MCU has been around for at least that long, likely longer because he likely inherited it from one or both parents. That means ANY NUMBER OF MUTANTS ARE CURRENTLY ALIVE IN THE MAIN MCU! THEY DON'T HAVE TO DO ANY MULTIVERSE MUMBO JUMBO! They can just say that the Mutants have been living under the radar, like Namor has been. They can have existed as urban legends, myths, rumors, like Namor was to the people in the Yucatan. Idk about y'all, but I'm so excited for the possibilities! And I hope we get a better cinematic version of Storm than we've gotten in a long time! (Still team DeWanda Wise!)

#Black Panther #spoilers #black panther: wakanda forever #wakanda forever spoilers #wakanda forever #shuri #m'baku #Ramonda #Namor #x men mcu #x-gene #mutants

[kiraxcute]

Upcoming Fic Ideas!!!

1. Five times Attuma watched stalked Okoye and the one time she called him out

2. Shuri proposes a marriage between M'Baku and Namor to ally Wakanda and Talokan.

3. Riri meets Peter Parker and they discuss science

4. T'Challa's spirit makes peace with his family and makes fun of his mother's new girlfriend

#marvel fanfic #fics #mcu #wakanda forever #black panther wakanda forever spoilers #t'challa's spirit #namor x m'baku #riri williams #peter parker #ironspider brotp! #okottuma #okoye #attuma #nam'baku

[allthislove]

Thinking about the Namor discourse, I'm reminded of the Killmonger discourse from back when the first movie came out. Almost everyone agreed that he was right, but that his methods were extreme, and that Nakia had already suggested the same things without the violence. Killmonger's stance was... surprisingly just like Namor's. Basically burn the world, take it over (although Namor seems to have little differentiation between poor, oppressed people of the surface and the oppressors of the surface. At least that's how it seems.)

But there was also this huge rise in fans of Killmonger. He's a cool, confident character, played by a handsome actor, who was fun and cool to watch. He was definitely killed off too soon, though. Marvel had that problem of killing their villains back then, when comics heroes usually encounter their villains many times.

Now the main difference between Killmonger and Namor is that Namor isn't a villain. Killmonger comes from a straight forward villain character in the comics. Namor is an antihero in the comics. He has a long-standing feud with T'Challa and Wakanda, and they clash often for reasons similar to this movie. But Namor isn't supposed to be hated as a villain. He's coming from a completely unique perspective than everyone on the surface. Comparing Tenoch Huerta's Namor to the Namor in the comics, they're very similar in that their main goal is the safety and protection of their underwater society. Sometimes, that aligns Namor with the surface heroes. Often, he clashes with them, either because of his own extreme views (burn the world) or because they're getting up to something that puts Atlantis in harm's way (Talokan in the MCU).

So, when I'm seeing a lot of like... takedowns of people who like Namor, and who are attracted to Tenoch, and comments like "Anything for a sexy face" and "y'all wouldn't do this for a Black man" it feels very much... to me... like unfamiliarity with the character. Namor is a superhero, not a villain. We're not supposed to see him like Loki or Thanos. That's why they've been billing him as "the first Mexican SUPERHERO" in the press tour. He is an antagonist for Wakanda a lot of the time, but that's because Marvel comics are actually quite good at nuances. A lot of characters aren't strict hero/villain archetypes in Marvel comics. Look at Magneto and Professor X, as an example. You're gonna tell me Professor X is a moral good superhero and Magneto is a moral bad supervillain? Especially in the current comics where all Mutants live in Krakoa together and have a society protected from the rest of the world. You're gonna tell me Iron Man is a strictly good superhero? Like, nuance is how the comics work. That's what Coogler is actually really good at bringing to his MCU projects and it's why he's the perfect director to even handle a character like Namor.

Coogler knows how to bring the nuance. It's why everyone loved Killmonger, too, even if we didn't agree with him. (Though some of y'all did.) Nuance shows us why Killmonger wants to do what he's doing.

As far as "wouldn't do this for a Black man" takes... isn't that disingenuous when talking to fans of the Black Panther franchise? It's not like the franchise was small or didn't do well. It was one of the most successful movies of the Infinity Saga, up there with Infinity War and Endgame. Most people in these tags HAVE gone up for a Black man. T'Challa was not lacking in love. Neither was Killmonger. Or even M'Baku. How many oneshots I read about M'Baku taking care of his "vegetarian children" because of that one off, throwaway line "Just kidding. We are vegetarians." (Loved the callback to it in this movie with him eating a carrot while talking to the council!) People liking Tenoch Huerta and thinking his version of Namor is attractive has nothing to do with whether or not people find the Black men attractive. But for what it's worth, THERE'S ONLY ONE MAIN BLACK MAN IN THIS MOVIE and that's M'Baku. Unless you expect a bunch of teen and 20-something fans to go up over the elders on the council. T'Challa has passed, W'Kabi is in jail and never shown, Killmonger does show up for a cameo but that's not a main role. All we get is M'Baku. And people are going up for him, because people love M'Baku. This is a movie about a whole country of badass Black women. The only male characters of consequence are M'Baku, Namor, and Ross.

Namor is just a shiny new character and again, not a villain AND provides representation to an entirely different group of people. People are allowed to be excited to see an Indigenous character in a Marvel movie. It doesn't mean they don't love the Black characters in the movie.

As far as shipping, there's really only two choices and that's Shuri/Riri and Shuri/Namor. It's surprising that y'all are upset about Shuri/Namor, as that ship was obvious. You can dislike a ship without pretending everyone who likes it made it up based on nothing. Media literacy is understanding what a story is trying to do, and the Namor and Shuri scenes before the attack on Wakanda were trying to make you see them as a potential romance. I saw one take saying that they might possibly be switching Namor's obsession with Sue Storm into an obsession with Shuri (which is ehhhhhh and I kinda hope not, but would work with the storyline they're building).

With Riri, you get an easy ship kinda in the same grain as ScienceBros, and they are really good friends in the comics, so that ship is a pretty surefire one going forward.

I don't really like Shuri and M'Baku, but I could see it happening more than any of them in canon. I only don't like it because he reads very "older brother" with her and it would feel like an extreme left turn for them to date. But I could see the movies trying that pairing on some like... "good for Wakanda" stuff.

(Then there's Namor/M'Baku which is really funny, and I like your minds 🤣 Based on the "fish man" stuff alone.)

Anyway I'm getting off track, but basically, I think there's a lot of extreme behavior going on in the tags and I think it really boils down to this being your first introduction to Namor, because there's no reason to be angry with people for liking him. You're gonna have to get used to him, too, because he's a Problem, tm, and I fully expect him to insert himself into so many conflicts and give the Avengers grief, too. And I hope we get a main universe (I refuse to call the MCU 616) Illuminati with him and Strange and them, too.

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BLACK PANTHER WAKANDA FOREVER SPOILER

Soft!Shuri x f!reader

Summary: The Queen is dead and Shuri is all alone she may need a friend.

Warning: Angst,fluff

The queen Is dead. As I stood there watching Nakia and Okoye I could already sense it. The door opened for the third time, this time with the princess rushing in when she saw her mom lying there she stared crying and went to rush to her side but M'baku and the others held her. She escaped from their grasp and was about to run past me and that's when I grabbed her.

"LET ME GO" she screamed hitting my chest trying to shuffle out of my grip, When Nakia bracelet turned red Shuri fell to the floor and I bent down to her level and she hid her face in my chest crying harder.

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It's the Queens funeral. Shuri and I haven't spoken since that day and I think she might be upset at me I looked up at her and she was already looking at me, Unsure of what to do I just stared at her with sympathy in my eyes trying to let her know that I feel her pain and that I'm here for her. She just stood there staring.

After the ceremony Nakia dragged me away into her room. "How's Shuri really doing?" She asked and I looked down "I actually don't know she hasn't spoken to me since that day" I responded sighing "She handles grief by shutting everyone out but believe it or not the princess needs YOU more than anyone else, so please go see her today" she said holding my hands and I nod.

After changing into regular clothing I made my way to Shuri's room. I knocked on her door but received no response "Shuri" I said softly and I heard shuffling and a second later the door opened. Stood in front me was the princess with wet tear stained cheeks and puffy red eyes, I went to hug her but stopped myself unsure if she wanted me to. "Do it" she said softly and I pulled her into the biggest hug and she wrapped her hands around me as tightly as she could.

I moved us over to her bed and I laid us down and she hugged my waist crying while I played with her curls "Just let it all out princess" I said and she did. About an hour later I realized her breathing was even out and calmed "Princess" I said checking if she was sleeping, when I didn't hear a respond I started talking "You've been through a lot haven't you losing your father then your brother and now your mother, I know its hard princess but I am hoping I don't lose you, lose the shuri that I know and love. I don't want grief and vengeance to consume her, I love you too much to watch you go" I said and closed my eyes.

"You won't lose me, I would stay just for you" she said and my hand that was playing in her hair froze "No" she whined moving my hand in her hair indicating that I should continue. "You said you loved me?" She asked "I've always have" I replied and she shook her head "No but are you in love with me?" She asked "I've always have been" I repeated "So why'd you leave" she asked a tear slipping from her eyes.

"Shuri you were gone from my life for five years, those five years were the hardest , everyday I regretted not telling you how I felt, I stayed here for four years mourning you going to our old spots just to feel at ease. I left here on the fifth year and a couple months after you came back. I didn't return because I couldn't face you, a year later T'Challa died and even though I wasn't sure I would be welcomed I came for his ceremony, I was here for a week and we didn't exchange a word so I went back home, Okoye called me three days ago explaining about Namor and when I arrived I heard that you had been kidnapped, Do you know worried I was?" I asked and she went silent "I love you too, I've always been in love with you, I was just afraid" she responded and I hummed.

"Shuri your not ready for a relationship your not in the right state of mind" I said and she rested her head back down playing with a loose string on my blouse "I know but I don't want to ask too late" she said and I put a hand on her cheek letting her look up at me "I have no problem with waiting for you, I can wait a little longer" I said and she shifted and came up and kissed me "Just a little longer" she said and I nod "Just a little longer princess" I repeated "Its actually Queen" she replied chuckling and I smiled "I wasn't being formal it was a nickname and I just disguised it so I could use the opportunity to call you that" I said and she smiled and used her hand to move a hair from my face "Pretty bracelet where'd you get it" I said holding her hand.

Her face suddenly turned into anger and she tore it away from her hand and threw across the room "Princess?" I asked shocked "Namor gave it to me" she said and I looked at it and saw a glow, "Hold on sweetheart" I said and got up walking towards the bracelet. After inspecting it I smiled and turned to her holding it up "I found our solution".

Shuri did it she is now the new Black Panther. She stood there looking at the mannequin that flew across the room "Can I get some a that?" Riri asked and I walked towards Shuri "Who did you see?" I asked and she shook her head "No one, I need to go" she said and left before I could talk. I looked at Nakia and she gave me an encouraging smile and walked out tapping my shoulder "You got something going on with the princess?" Riri asked and I shrugged my shoulders "Something like that yeah" I said and walked out.

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"Please don't do this" I begged Shuri "He's going to pay Y\N, I'll Make sure of it" she said walking towards me "Revenge isn't the way, I asked that you don't let vengeance consume you and you promised you wouldn't" I said holding her hand "I promised that you wouldn't lose me and I meant that, I'll come right back home to YOU" she said "Well I'll go get ready So I can have your back" I said going to walk away and she held my hand pulling me back "I can't risk the chances of losing you, I Lost everyone and you will not be added to that list" she said "Shuri I'm going with you" I said and she used a kimoyo bead keeping me in place.

"Shuri" I said upsetting "I'm not losing you so your not leaving this room" she said and walked out and I heard her door clicked with security being on and I heard her call some members of the Dora milaje to guard the outside. The only thing I can do is just to hope Shuri comes back home to me.

I sat on the bed for what might have been hours now waiting for Shuri, the door opened and I looked up and saw Okoye "No please no" I said but she moved aside showing me the Princess and I ran to her hugging her and she groaned. I pulled away inspecting her "What happened what's hurting?" I asked and she chuckled a little "Oh nothing really its just that aspearranallthewaythroughme" she said quickly "WHAT" I screamed "Hey I'm okay now" she said and kissed me "I just want to lie down with you for the time being" she said and I nod and thanked Okoye and I brought Shuri over to the bed and she lay on top of me "I chose peace so I could keep you and Wakanda safe" she said and I kissed her forehead.

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